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"Double the wager, sir/' said the. coper as he drew 



alongside Mr. S ; but the old gentleman only shook 



his head; and with a "good morning, sir, I'll order your 

 hor*> a cordial at the Pelican," he pulled his hat firmly 

 down in front, and eased his hands ; the merry little 

 cob answered like a cricket ball to the master hand of 

 Caffyn, our glorious batsman, and left poor old Blazeaway 

 reduced to dying embers. The coper was leading his cob 

 gently about, although he had never twisted a hair, 



when Mr. S jogged in with poor old Blazeaway 



like a half-drowned rat. 



" How much do you want for that cob ?" said he to 

 the coper. 



" One hundred'guineas, he's the best goer in England, 

 sir. Your horse is an out-and-out goer, but you see this 

 is a better,'* said the coper. 



" Yes, he is, I must admit, and here are the ten sove- 

 reigns you have honestly won ; and now if you will ask 

 me a fair reasonable price for your cob I will buy him 

 from you," said Mr. S . 



" Well, the lowest I can take is 100 ; he is an Ame- 

 rican bred horse, by Royal Morgan, out of the celebrated 

 Sweeney mare, and I'm satisfied that nothing in England 

 can leave him behind, either in or out of harness ; he's 

 as fast and as game a horse as ever stood on iron," said 

 the coper. 



"Did Barnum bring him over ?" enquired Mr. S , 



laughing. 



" Upon my honour, sir, I have told you the truth, and 



